_To Mrs. ――――._
_Philadelphia, Nov. 10, 1739._ _My Dear Friend_,
SHALL I have any leisure time and not write you a line of thanks for your works of faith and labours of love? GOD forbid. I know not your name, but I neither forget your house, nor favours. The LORD reward you a thousand fold! I only fear that you have my person too much in admiration. If you look to the instrument less, and to GOD more, it will be better. By the grace of GOD alone, I am what I am. If any good hath been done to you or others, it was not I, but the grace of GOD that was in me. Oh, not unto me, not unto me, but unto GOD’s name be all the glory. I pray GOD to make you partaker of the same grace; for I would not have you an hearer only, I would have you a doer also. Surely you are more noble and wise, than to deceive your own soul. And yet it is but too notorious, that numbers rest in the outward form, and are strangers to the inward power of godliness in their hearts. Do not you so learn CHRIST. Beg of GOD that you may feel his spirit working mightily in your soul, and witnessing with your spirit that you are a child of GOD. I could go on, but other letters must be wrote――Pray tender my love to all that dined with me at your house; exhort them to keep close by faith to CHRIST, and to pray to and give him thanks in my behalf; for he hath dealt most graciously with
Your obliged friend and servant,